I see Angelina, Alicia and Lee chatting away with Harry and Ginny. They are on the spot I last left them.

"Isn't that splendid!?", I hear the familiar voice of the ickle-perfect Weasley, except for the one time he went and classified himself as the biggest git. I trail behind his voice and sure enough, there he is with his girlfriend Audrey, and Bill and Fleur. Seeing Bill and Fleur, I wonder where our baby niece is when my eyes catch a sight of Dad and Hagrid trying something ridiculous with her, the little Victorie. There is a gigantic bow stuck on her head, probably a little-or rather large- gift from Hagrid, and Dad is cradling her in a way, which I am sure if Fleur saw, would make her lose her mind. But I trust Dad, I can see his firm grip on her, and his eyes are constantly on her. Dad would never let anything happen to her. He is, after all the man who raised us and handled mum alongside all these years. There's some commotion, someone seems to have just arrived from what I can gather. I see Harry break away from the small group he was chatting with and join the newcomers-his former Gryffindor dorm mates- Dean, Seamus and Neville. They grin at each other and begin to talk.

"That can't be!" I hear the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt tell the other lanky Weasley. Charlie and Kingsley are the two people that can always keep each other well entertained. From their appearance alone though, they might seem to be the reverse of each other. I hear a loud laugh from the group of the former Gryffindor dorm boys.

Speaking of loud, I remember Ron. Where must he be? It's only then I realize that I haven't seen him or Hermione anywhere.

"George!", I hear him emerging from the house like he had just read my thoughts,"Quite a party-eh?"

"It's not bad", I smile,"Did you all know about this and leave me out of it?"

"No! Mum must miss cooking like she used to before." We both stare at the crowd. They are too loud and jovial, and we remain unnoticed. "Or maybe she decided to get a move on", Ron suggests.

I daresay he is right but can not think of saying anything in response.

"RONALD WEASLEY! What in the name of Merlin are you doing?", comes the most deafening whisper that I have ever heard. Hermione has apparated behind us.

"Bloody hell! Hermione!", Ron whispers back.

"You both are the cutest couple. But do you mind talking in a normal volume preferred by others?", I intervene before Hermione begins.

"I sent you to get the eye paste remedy from George but since you're too busy, I will leave you here. George?" It's then I notice her beautiful shiner of an eye.

I give the paste to her and with a dirty look thrown at Ron for good measure, she disapparates back in the house.

"That will not be easy. Gotta go. It'll be a surprise if I come back without any of my bones fractured or my teeth broken", Ron mutters and turns around to leave. "It's time for you to move on too, George", he silently adds as he walks towards the house.

I stare at his retreating back. Someone spots me and so I am pulled in the crowd. Mum brings in dishes after dishes. I choose not to count them. After lots of handshaking and the greetings done with, we each find a seat. Dad at the head of the table. Kingsley, Charlie, Percy and Hagrid follow him. Fleur and Audrey are inside with mum and Victorie, while the remaining lot of us simply load our plates, not stopping our conversations.

Neville asks with no small amount of confusion," Hey! Where's Ron and Hermione?"

"I wouldn't wait for them", I laugh.

"George?", Alicia gives me a questioning look. I then tell them what happened. They laugh too. But Harry, decides to take up some food for Ron.

Angelina, Lee, Alicia and me are left to ourselves, as Ginny, Neville and Luna, who had turned up only a while back, are lost in their own conversation. Dean and Seamus say something polite and ridiculous about them having to leave as it was late. They go inside to thank mum for the impromptu dinner. And very slowly, it's only our family left minus Percy and Audrey, who had to get up early for work. As all of us disperse into our rooms, I find Ron and Harry in mine.

"We need to talk", the both of them say in unison.

"Let's leave it for tomorrow, okay? No more advice for today, mate", I say. I feel worn to the bone.

"It's not advice. Quickly now," Harry says hesitantly. I send a wistful look towards my room. I follow them to their room reluctantly.

I find Hermione inside.

"Okay. If you're gonna talk, keep it low a'right?", I warn her," Hurry now. What is it?"

"We told her about the moving in", Ron speaks first.

Okay. I look at Hermione again. She seems fine. It doesn't seem like she would reject these two boys anything, two people she is ready to give her life for. But their tone doesn't sound right either. What could it be? I give them a questioning look.

"George. I've decided to move in with them. My answer is affirmative", Hermione answers. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I open my mouth to say something when she interjects,"But."

"So there is something," I look at her curiously.

"I will move in with them only on one condition," she finishes.

"I assume it's to do with me since I've been pulled in here by these two?", I ask her as I gesture at the two gits currently fighting over a sad looking sock, but I can already guess I'm right.

"Yes."

"Go on then", I move to sit on one of the beds. Harry and Ron pass each other nervous looks.

"You have to take up your business full swing and only then shall I move in with them", the words fly out of her mouth, blurring together. I did not expect that.

"Look 'Mione, he asked for some time. You can't just force him to do it right away", Ron says.

"It's either that or you boys have a fun time at Grimmauld Place", she says. The three of them look at me. I can see Harry and Ron urgently, yet reluctantly, pressurize each other to talk to me, and Hermione glaring hotly.

"Listen, you lot"- Hermione cuts into the tension and kneels beside me," George, please. You need to go out. You need to move on. It has been quite difficult. I understand. We all understand. Especially us. And I know I'm probably nudging too hard. But George, you can't be this way for this long. Yes, grieving is important but don't you think you've done that for quite some time now? Go out there, for the shop. For Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. For Fred. For the innumerable witches and wizards who look up to you as their hero. More importantly, for yourself." I look at the bushy haired girl with an black eye, who could not have sounded more right or wise than she does now.

She stands up and says,"Please George." Now the three of them look at me with similar expressions of growing concern and worry.

I look at each one of them, and finally manage to say, "I think it's time for some packing."

The looks of concern turn to pure happiness.